Busy was one way to put Alexandria's current condition. She could not for the life of her find the wine key, which she'd been so certain she'd put in its proper place. The nightmares she'd been having had subsided, if only a bit, due in no small part to being able to sleep next to Adam and feel safe, protected. Having Jamie nearby doubly lent itself to that sense of security. But lately, intermittent with the nightmares, and perhaps more frequently, she'd been having stranger dreams - less violent, but still sufficiently unsettling.
They left her feeling strange -- a bit out of herself, a bit set back in some way. She was forgetting things, losing things. The wine key always went in the second drawer to the left of the sink - always. Always.
And yet.
With a slow breath, she gathered wine glasses and set them in a row.
"I'll be right out, guys - feel free to dig in. I'm just looking for the wine key."
She frowned, frustrated, knowing she should just use the simpler corkscrew she had for emergencies, but pride wouldn't let her give up yet.